Chapter 1845 Continuous

I turned to the four of them, with expectant eyes and encouraging smiles on my face: "Everyone, are you interested in going to the tomb with me to find out?"

The four of them looked at me, and I looked at you, their eyes full of fear and withdrawal.

It’s no wonder that Airui City clearly stipulates that robbing tombs is illegal and will be severely punished by the highest authority in the area.

They have grown up in Airui City since they were young, and those rules have long been ingrained in their bones. It is not easy for them to suddenly make changes.

Anyway, I sighed softly and put my hand on one of the people's shoulders, which frightened the person. I smiled and signaled the person not to be nervous. Then I glanced at the other three nervous faces one by one and said: "Since you are in trouble, I can't force you. Can you please help me guard the entrance to this deserted mausoleum for three days?"

As I said that, I patted my waist pocket: "The dry food and water here are enough for three days. If you save some, you can last for five days. If I haven't come out of Huangling on the third day, please help me." I would be grateful if you could contact the Orc King."

"Easy to say, easy to say." The four people expressed their opinions one after another: "Don't worry, Sir Envoy, this matter will be taken care of by us. As long as three days pass and you don't come back, we promise to inform His Majesty as soon as possible."

"Then please." I bowed.

Afterwards, the four people packed all the simple equipment they prepared and handed them into my hands.

I said thank you, and they exited Huangling one after another.

As soon as it became quiet here, the voice of Odachi over there came into my mind: "Have you started robbing tombs and digging graves again? You said that you are an adventurer. If you don't focus on spawning monsters and upgrading, you can fill the world if you have nothing to do. You run around and always rob and dig graves, aren't you afraid that the ghosts of the tomb owners will join forces to beat you up in the future?"

"No way?" I said with a guilty conscience: "After the death of these tomb owners, most of their souls returned to the God of Creation. How could they still be wandering in the world?"

"Tsk" Odachi said sarcastically: "It seems you have forgotten about Fred Rupert. Who was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground?"

"That's not the first time I've seen this kind of phenomenon." I shrugged and said, "Anyone who experiences it for the first time will feel a little uneasy."

"Well, what you said is not bad," Odachi said: "I remember when I saw blood for the first time, the uneasiness and excitement were deeply engraved in my soul, which made me feel uncomfortable for several days. I haven’t even slept yet!”

"Does Dao sleep too?" I asked puzzledly.

"You are ignorant, aren't you?" Odachi chuckled and said, "Not all swords can sleep. Only swords with souls like me can sleep. Oh, by the way, this demon sword can also sleep, that is, when it falls asleep and wakes up. There’s no difference when it’s on.”

After chatting for a few words, I got rid of the initial feeling of loneliness, and I began to study the reliefs on the walls on both sides.

Although the reliefs look different, the general style is basically the same, nothing more than fighting and surrender.

The first relief represents war and killing, and the next one changes into surrender to worship.

Countless little people in uniform attire kneel down and worship in the same direction. Judging from their prostrate bodies and faces close to the ground, at the far right end of the relief is the guy wearing brocade clothes, a big cloak, and a laurel wreath. , he should be the supreme king in their minds.

From this, I can conclude that the owner of this deserted mausoleum should be the king who is worshiped by everyone.

Another royal tomb? !

I have mixed feelings.

Fortunately, the inventory in the King's Tomb never disappoints me.

Worryingly, the dangers in the King's Tomb also never let me down.

Walking among the reliefs, I had the illusion of attending an art exhibition. The craftsmanship of these craftsmen cannot be overemphasized. Not only were the characters carved extremely exquisitely and meticulously, but even the atmosphere of the scene was given to them with every chisel. Chiseled up.

The brutality of the battlefield and the sacredness of everyone's worship were vividly reflected, making me, an outside visitor, involuntarily blend into it.

I was so immersed in the exquisiteness of the reliefs that I almost forgot everything around me, including the soft click of the bricks under my feet.

Immediately, several rapid and powerful whistling sounds were heard, and several blasts of wind pressure came straight towards my chest and abdomen.

My spirit was still in a state of admiring the relief, but my body started to move involuntarily. This was all due to my long-term exercise, and of course, thanks to Emily's 'abuse' of me day after day. Increase the sensitivity of my reflex arc to a level that is insurmountable by ordinary people.

First, I jumped up on the spot, and my body in mid-air suddenly rotated 180 degrees. The picture in front of me instantly changed from the exquisite relief at the beginning to a top relief like clouds and waves, and then turned again. It became an orderly arrangement of floor tiles.

Only then did my attention finally return to my body. Feeling the strong wind flying from all directions, I stretched my body as straight as possible to avoid these hidden weapons and mechanisms that seemed chaotic but were actually orderly.

Even so, my legs were stabbed several times during the fall.

At a glance, two steel needles more than ten centimeters long passed through the calf of the left leg. The right leg was not much better. Although the calf was not injured, three steel needles hit the thigh, two of which were punctured. On the opposite side, there is one that only penetrates halfway.

The sudden acupuncture did not cause much pain, but instead gave me a cold feeling.

After landing, I did not pull out the steel needle immediately. Instead, I rolled and crawled to hide under a wall far away from the mechanism.

However, this chaotic crawl triggered several mechanisms.

There were no deadly steel needles in the mechanism that was triggered this time. Instead, several rows of firecrackers emerged and fired in unison.

I really didn’t expect that the fire blunderbuss installed in the deserted mausoleum thousands of years ago could still be used!

I just heard a few muffled sounds, thick smoke billowing, and dozens of lead bullets were fired at my head and face. I was so scared that I rolled on the spot and rolled several meters away. This time it was good, I didn't touch the mechanism under the floor tiles, but The mechanism hit the wall.

What I hit was the wall on the left. I heard a few mechanical clicking sounds, and a dark gap suddenly opened in the wall on the right.

I subconsciously pointed my crystal muff at the gap, and I was immediately startled.

What the hell is this!

I saw a ferocious head stuck in the gap, with eyes like fire and a huge mouth of fangs. From the huge black mouth, a thick, black and long iron pipe extended out.

iron tube?

Suddenly, a familiar feeling lingered in my heart.

Immediately, I was shocked.

No wonder it looks so familiar, this is a cannon!